Going To See A Therapist Was The Best Thing I’ve Ever Done

During my junior year, I routinely saw a therapist. No, it wasn’t because I was trying to fake ADD symptoms to get Adderall or anxiety to get Xanax. In fact, I saw a psychologist, which for those of you unaware, are not even able to prescribe drugs to their patients. I saw a therapist and it was the best thing I’ve ever done for my mental health.

So often, going to see someone is viewed as taboo, as something only ‘crazy’ people do. It’s billed as something to be embarrassed of or keep hush-hush, lest anyone think you have mental problems. Contrary to popular belief, I am and was not crazy, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t benefit from a therapist. You see, I was in a weird headspace most of sophomore year. The summer after freshman year, a very close relative of mine committed suicide. It was horrible and tragic and to say that I didn’t cope well would be an understatement.

I spent the majority of my sophomore year acting out. I didn’t really do anything new or inventive, just the classics: partying hard, fucking around, abusing drugs, skipping class. I was as clichéd as it gets. As you can imagine, my grades sucked (for me) that year. They didn’t dip bad enough to alert my parents that something was wrong, but they fell just enough for them to tell me that I had one semester to get it together or else I was coming home. Going into junior year, which coincidentally was also my hardest year in major, I was feeling the pressure.

Here I was, still unable to deal with loss of my relative and feeling overwhelmed about what was sure to be the most difficult semester of my collegiate career. Failing was not option, but yet, I couldn’t figure out how to get it together. I spent the first two or three weeks down the same destructive path as the previous year until my one of my best friends finally intervened. She knew some of what was going on and suggested I see someone. At first, I balked at the idea. I’ve never been particularly good at asking for help, in a fucked up way I felt like it would make me look weak. But she pushed. She told me about how she started seeing someone her sophomore year and how much it helped.

I thought about it a little more. I mean, this was a girl who had it all together, a girl I really looked up to. If she saw a therapist, could it really be so bad? She’s not weak. In fact, she’s quite the opposite. She told me she would go with me to my first appointment and wait for me, and if I didn’t like it, I didn’t have to go back. I relented, and as it turns out, that one was of the best decisions I have ever made. Even after my first appointment, I was starting to feel better. I had all these different emotions swirling around and this was the first time in over a year I was actually dealing with them and confronting them. Going to see a therapist was the opposite of weak, it was empowering.

I don’t know if seeing a therapist was the sole reason for my success, but that semester, my hardest semester, I made the best grades I ever had. I was happier and more at peace with myself. Instead of destructive partying, when I was going out, I was having fun. Most importantly, I was healthier, mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I can never thank my friend enough for pushing me to see a therapist. The stigma associated with seeking help was so crippling that I almost didn’t, but that’s where the problem lies. Seeing a therapist is not a dirty thing meant to be avoided at all costs. It’s helpful, healthy, and much more prevalent than some of us may think. It’s important that we all throw away outdated stereotypes of what it means to see someone because perpetuating these stigmas is only hurting ourselves.

A year and a half later, I can confidently say that seeing a therapist was one of the best things I’ve ever done..

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Champagne Showers is a contributing writer for TSM. She is your typical Northern Diva. If curse words, sexual content, and drug use offend you, then bless your heart. CS will continue living the life you're too scared to live.
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I have been seeing a therapist for years and never tell anyone because of the stigma associated with it. I hope more people realize therapy can be very helpful even to those without any “real” mental issues.

I may be biased seeing as I’m an MSW student, but I think anyone and everyone can benefit from therapy. Even if you do not have a mental health diagnosis, all individuals have points in their lives where may be struggling with something that we can’t quite seem to handle all on our own, and sometimes even just talking to someone who will attentively listen and help you sort your own thoughts can make a world of difference. Thank you so much for sharing, it’s always wonderful to hear about people’s positive experiences and it really does help to dismantle some of the stigma surrounding therapy.

I love this article so much. Much of how the media presents therapy is so wrong and people often misjudge how much can be gained from it.

My sophomore year was when things started becoming overwhelming for me. I was extremely depressed and has basically lost interest in everything I once enjoyed. At the suggestion of some of my sisters (who were psych majors and mental health advocates) I started seeing a therapist. It was then that I was diagnosed with OCD and generalized anxiety disorder, I received much needed treatment, and my life became enjoyable again.

To get to the point, therapy gave me my life back. Without some positive encouragement, I probably would have been too scared of the stigma to pursue help. If anyone is even considering the idea that they could use some help I strongly encourage pursuing therapy, despite what you fear other people might think or say. It’s not worth sacrificing your happiness. <3

My freshman year of college a series of unfortunate events caused me to vent to a close friend after class. He told me that what I was dealing with was totally valid, but he admitted that it may have been above his pay scale and suggested that I talk to a professional. The next week I went to see someone and was diagnosed with depression and generalized anxiety disorder. She let me talk and helped me realize that I was using drinking and partying as a crutch, and helped me learn that it’s okay to drink, but to only do it when I’m celebrating instead of when I’m upset. Seeing her was the best decision I made in college (apart from taking a bid from ZTA) and it helped me identify my anxiety as something that I struggle with, but not something that has to inhibit me from living my life. Thanks for writing this article. It makes me happy to see mental illness as a discussion in our generation and not as a taboo.

Thank you for writing this <3 Sometimes you just need to talk to a professional. Friends are great, but they're the same age as you and dealing with their own lives, so if you feel like something is seriously up or you need to sort through feelings/bad experiences then therapy can be the absolute best thing for your health.